Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long them up in duct tape
Me, I just sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, fuck fair

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same ground
And I dont how you livin it up
I even got niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I diggin you up
niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite rhymes or flows, air mark
with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
I had a snotty scream
Was to die in a red beam
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, cross over, on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing retirements
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
aint water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar bones to the grissle

I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I her

sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the of a fiend
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I shop when I come through with the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, Coast collabo
G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99